True

Woman named Jean
no teeth old clothes
owned six buildings
ate at McDonald’s
every day
in a booth with friends
left 90 million dollars
to a man she’d met
gave him a free apartment
he had two identities
in the FBI witness program
she died a natural death
now her niece she has
no other family
suing the man
for money.
Who he is
a question. Who
she is too.
Why do I write fiction?

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I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can. View all posts by Esther Cohen →